To Rajan Sir With Love – Part 2

Hi friends. Hope enjoyed my previous stories. I am back again with another episode of my interesting experience. Would appreciate your feedback and comments. Thank you!

I came back to my room after lunch, only to face the probing from Sharath and Suraj why I was delayed inordinately. I satisfied them with my convincing reply. Meanwhile, my mind was reliving the ‘morning show’ I had with sir. I was still unable to believe it really happened.

Our academic schedule was hectic throughout the week. We, as class representatives of each section, got to meet Rajan sir (officiating as the student’s counselor) more often. We became close to him in spite of their initial apprehension and disapproving his strict discipline and air of authority.

A fortnight later, it was sir’s birthday. Sharath and Suraj preferred to join me in celebrating it in his house that weekend. As a low-key affair, surprising him with a gift and dinner. It was planned that I would go to his house on Saturday afternoon to keep him engaged.

Both of them would join me by 4.30 pm or so with a cake, bouquet and the gift of their choice. I informed Sir also about my plan to visit him that weekend. On the D-day, I reached sir’s house at 3.00 pm and rang the bell. He received me with a bear hug, asking me for the topic of discussion.

Telling him that it can wait, I straight away went to the kitchen for preparing snacks (sweet and savory). He was watching me inquisitively. I was drenched in sweat and feeling irksome. So I removed my vest and moved near the fan, cooling myself. His eyes expressing horniness and restlessness looking at me.

He begged me for a ‘matinee show’. Unable to refuse him, I had a mind-blowing jam session of love play with him. It ended in parallel cock-servicing, climaxed by an electrified orgasm and cum tasting. He was lazing in the bed for sometime commenting how thrilled and excited he was by my erotic play.

I got dressed up after a quick wash, denying his request for a second round. I was asking him also to get ready for the ‘snacks round’. Suddenly I heard a voice outside and the sound of the doorbell. It was at 4.30 pm. Opening the door, I welcomed the duo and made them sit silently on the sofa.

I arranged the cake and bouquet on the table, out of sir’s sight. I sat in between them, saying that sir was getting ready. Both of them sandwiched me and tried their hands on me. I told them that they better shower the same love and affection on the star of the day.

Sir came from the bedroom, as usual, topless. He was surprised to be greeted by my friends, “Happy birthday, dear sir!” in unison. He looked at me, suspiciously and asked them how they knew it. “Ask your pet, sir! It’s his idea and we just obeyed him,” they confessed.

He looked at me in mock anger and came out with a shirt on. I blindfolded him and led him to the dining table. I declared that it was celebration time and gave him a pleasant surprise with a bouquet and a decorated cake. He was overwhelmed and hugged us affectionately.

My friends did not expect this and they reciprocated happily, giving me a meaningful glance. He said, in a choked voice, whether he would be able to reciprocate it adequately at all! I apologized for the embarrassment, mainly because he would have definitely objected if I told him earlier.

He was speechless when we asked him to cut the birthday cake and receive the gift. We had snacks and tea, with Sir sandwiched on the sofa by the duo. They were still feeling nervous and squirming restlessly. They all complimented me for the effort and certified my culinary skill.

We were talking generally. All of a sudden, a crazy and wicked idea crossed my mind to test my friends’ desire for a show with sir. I decided to implement it. “Sir, shall we play Antakshari game and at each level, the loser will have to act as directed by others.”

It was fun. Sharath was eliminated first and he was asked to enact a love scene with Sir(whom he had described as kaadal Mannan-king of Romance), followed by Suraj. Sir asked him to sing a song and I asked him to act as Mr. Muscleman. He sang two lines and struck a pose with his muscular arm.

I objected and asked him to do it correctly, showing him a picture. He was blushing and hesitating, but I insisted. He struck an attractive pose, exhibiting his strong muscular body. Sir was floored by this and was staring at him in awe, commenting, “Incredible indeed!”

We clapped in appreciation.  I encouraged him to feel Suraj’s strong biceps and pecs. Finally, it was a tie between sir and me. I told the birthday boy would get the preference. Sir wanted a dance number by me and I obliged. All of them hugged me and I looked into my friends’ desirous eyes.

I was confident that I had completed the first step in understanding my friends’ intentions successfully. We adjourned for a glass of juice, after which I declared(as a feeler) that it was time to leave. But sir insisted that we can’t go without dinner with him as his treat.

We agreed and Sir went downstairs to give snacks to the old couple and get their blessings. The moment I closed the door, both of them pounced on me. They were complaining that I had intentionally roused them and how difficult it was to hide their erections. I must pay for it.

“So, you wanted his Midas touch there also, my sexy idiots?” I asked them.
Sir was back, telling me that they enjoyed the snacks and wanted to meet me. Appearing quite normal, we were debating how to spend one more hour before dinner. We had another round of chats.

The hot topic on love and relationship as against feelings of affection and liking surfaced. I told sir that we would like to know how he would define and differentiate them. In his opinion, being the eldest, more experienced, a biologist and an eligible bachelor.  Once he told that it depended upon the situation.

I said, “Quite right, I’m aware of that feeling within a family circle. You said love in your opinion is a feeling of intimacy between a couple. Does it hold good for same-sex relationship also? How would you react if Sharath or Suraj says that he loves you? Be assured, they won’t mistake you.”

It was a feeler from me to assess sir’s mindset and sir sensed it. He felt delicate to answer and asked me what would be my definition of the same question. “Being in love and intimate means sharing everything without reservation or inhibition,” I told, looking at the duo.  My friends felt I was going too personal.

“Agreed! But, let me be frank. Our conservative society considers the same-sex relationship as unnatural or even immoral, as you are all aware. After all, it’s a hormonal excitation, purely personal and confidential. Answering your second question, I will definitely try to reason out what exactly makes him love me and decide accordingly. By the way, what prompted you to ask me so much?” Sir demanded.

“Ok, sir, just one more clarification, if you don’t mind. In your opinion, Is my friends’ love towards you is just an appreciation or more than that in terms of love and relationship. I was inquisitive and hence asked. Sharing of thoughts is not wrong, I guess!” I remarked.

“Of course not! We must feel free to discuss and decide for ourselves, what do you say, Sharath and Suraj?” sir told. The duo was feeling miserable wondering if I am exposing them in front of our dear sir. I realized that I had cornered sir also in their presence.

The heat was building up fast, with each one in the dreamland of his own, unwilling to open up and afraid of the repercussions. Sir went inside to get ready for dinner and I started cleaning up the mess on the table. I found the duo already in the mood. They looked at me as if they were going to fuck me.

As the final straw, I struck a deal with them. Whoever makes a contact with sir’s masculinity and rouses him will have an extra session with me. They went to freshen up. Sir literally mauled me and asked me why I was so particular of that topic.

“Variety is the spice of life, isn’t it, Anna? Frankly, I know you love me and so also the duo. Hence just tried to know the limit of your love towards them. You’ll get the best birthday gift of your choice, I’m sure,” I confessed, winking at him.

He confessed to me that he is hesitant to make advances since his reputation will be at stake. The coast was clear for me, I realized. I asked him to wait and went into the room to see if they were ready and without warning, touched their bulge. They were already hot and ready.

Sir hugged them individually thanking them profusely, his fingers brushed against their raging cocks in captivity, making his action appear quite accidental. They were shocked and became numb at his magic touch. Sir didn’t show any reaction.

But he looked at me acknowledging that my suggestion had worked. I was watching it silently and clapping my hands, said, “C’ mon, let us have dinner now and enjoy the dessert later!”

“You, scheming sweet rascal! You’re a perfect mind reader. Wait and see, how we’re going to take you to the task!” they roared. We left for dinner in a nearby famous restaurant. The post-dinner story was action-packed and an exciting one, leaving us with lingering sweetness of the birthday bash.

To be continued.